Zhao Yun looked around, he saw that the magic tower could not only absorb essence, but also had a very terrifying binding force. Look at the beating magic runes, each connected to each other, it must be a sealing formation.

"seal up."

The corners of Wang Yang's mouth turned up, and he turned into a seal again.

"Block me?"

Zhao Yun shouted loudly, and used Xuanhuang Qi... to forcefully open a crack, and then hit the crack with a subsequent punch, blasting it away, and he jumped out like a dragon.

"very good."

Wang Yang reached toward the sky with a palm, trying to capture Zhao Yun alive before he landed.

Zhao Yun had already anticipated this, so he flicked his war spear and poked a bloody hole in Wang Yang's palm.

kill!

The bloody smell made Wang Yang furious, and he came with a roll of demonic energy to kill.

Just as Zhao Yun stabilized his body, he roared out a roar of dragon and tiger, which resonated with the spirit of martial arts. Despite Wang Yang's background, his head hurt from the roar, and his attack was a little weaker and slower.

, Zhao Yun stepped forward, holding an iron whip in his hand, and hit him firmly on the head.

The pounding sound is still very pleasant.

Wang Yang groaned again and took a step back.

"Scream, I'll let you shout."

Zhao Yun caught up with him with an iron whip and hit him on the head and face.

The iron whip, which is designed to invigorate the spirit, is very useful for hitting people. People with martial souls can resist it. People without martial souls, such as the person in front of me, should not feel too sore. Being beaten by him

One whip after another, the blows made all the orifices bleed, the mind was buzzing, and the head was in severe pain that was about to burst.

ah....!

Wang Yang roared, whether it was anger or pain.

His roar was quite powerful. To be precise, the surging magic power was quite powerful, heavy and overbearing. Even Zhao Yun, who had opened the Qilin Body, could not withstand it and was knocked over for the third time.

"cut."

Zhao Yun, who flew backwards, used his soul to control the sword.

He was a skilled man, and he had already wielded the Long Yuan Sword when he hit Wang Yang with an iron whip.

puff!

Wang Yang, who had just stood firm, was decapitated by his sword.

It was still a dazzling bloody light, more dazzling than the last time.

Wang Yang's head rolled off, and his headless body swayed in the wind of blood. The wound on his neck was as big as a bowl, and blood was gushing out like a spring, reflecting the dim starlight, which looked scary at first sight.

The terrible scene is yet to come.

The headless body did not fall down, but a new head emerged from the gushing blood. It was still Wang Yang's head, twisting his neck happily, and it was still Wang Yang's face, full of ferocious and scarlet eyes.
Chapter completed!